Poetry Reading: not a nude beach, by Tanner McClelland

Voice over by Val Cole

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Out of its cooler,
a bottle sweats embarrassed
before the hot sun.

Poetry Reading: MY MIND IS AN ASYLUM, by Shannon Lynette

Voice over by Val Cole

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The morbid star
That rises high above
Awakens me from internal slumber

I am a night serpent
Becoming one with the shadows
Who lurk on lonely windowpanes

My mind is an asylum
It was cursed the day
The dead walked among the fire

Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes

The air hangs low because of
The stench of burnt skin
My ears bleed red

I am a damned soul that is
Nothing more than a charred
Voiceless black hole

My heart is a dead chamber
Veins thick with tar
I leave a trail of dust when I march

I hunt in nocturnal light
Extracting the life out of
bone and flesh

I only exist to touch
The interior
Of your remains

I want to feel your last breath
In my everlasting grasp
Feel it drain from your pores

Watching your eyes become
Vacant canyons
This is what I breathe for

As death takes over your body
I want to be the last image
You will ever see

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Poetry Reading: MY MIND IS AN ASYLUM, by Shannon Lynette